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Current Novus date and time is

▶ Year || 502
▶ Season || Winter
▶ Temp || -10℉ (-23℃) to 55℉ (12℃)
▶ Weather || The weather radar really does seem to be off the charts lately...
I wonder what's going on? (#15-19)

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Character of the Season
Raymond

Member of the Season
Sid

Thread of the Season
your company's fine but i get on better with mine

Pair of the Season
Somnus and Eulalie

Quote of the Season
"She remembers too well what it means to be free, to take her own fate from the dark places between the stars." — Calliope in Thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

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Marisol — Dusk Court Warrior Signos: 240
▶ Played by RB [pm] Posts: 43 — Threads: 7
▶ Female [She/Her/Hers] Hth: 10 — Atk: 10 — Exp: 19
▶ 4 [Year 498 Fall] Active Magic: N/A
▶ 16 hh Bonded: N/A
#11
marisol
THE ARCHIATER.

Perhaps she had been wrong, to assume him so coarse so immediately. The longer they talk, the closer Mari listens to the subtle, intricate tilts of his voice, the more she thinks they might have something in common, beyond the blades and the dark eyes and and the militarism - a subdued wildness, maybe, might be sub-surface in both of them. 

It’s enjoyable to see something of herself in someone else. Or vice-versa. It’s been a while, hasn’t it, since her reflection showed anything but a stone-hearted soldier? Strange to see something else in the man that stands across from her, like fish glimmering true-deep in the lowest parts of a pool. Her silver gaze flickers, and with some effort she manages to tear it away, watching the world unfold at her sides, all mania and light fire. Again the faint silver harp drifting overhead. Again her hummingbird heartbeat, picking up speed and wings. 

Raymond’s compliment reaches her ears through the haze, and Mari smiles ever so slightly.  Something like warmth washes over her. Even when that sharp blade swings between them, moving in a curled, serpentine arc, she successfully fights the urge to step away; holding back a forcible flinch, she gazes down at the blade with not only practiced coolness, but a genuine interest. 

Fascinating how a body can be made to be a weapon. Again, they are similar in more ways than one. Mari inclines her head.

Perhaps we should, she answers. Praise be. Don’t get too drunk, Raymond - and with that the Commander turns away and disappears, leaving nothing but hoof steps and the scent of smoke behind her.


@Raymond



Raymond — Night Court Regent Signos: 270
▶ Played by Odeen [PM] Posts: 155 — Threads: 26
▶ Male [He/Him/His] Hth: 22 — Atk: 38 — Exp: 64
▶ 10 [Year 492 Winter] Active Magic: Spell Warding
▶ 15 hh Bonded: Ruth (Tarrasque)
#12
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw.


Raymond smiled, as relaxed as the harpist still strumming their melody and the myriad inebriated revelers around them, and perhaps in her way Marisol too might have found herself unwinding. That was great enough of a victory for the red stallion, in whose opinion one could never hope to accomplish anything meaningful while wound up like a top.

He liked having an effect on people. He liked for it to be for the better, if they deserved it, and with only a few reservations he thought Marisol might deserve it.

Even if she was religious. Raymond had his own deep-seated reservations about the gods and the effect they could have on those that followed them without question, but as much as he scorned the idea of absolute divine authority he believed in the spirit of mortals.

Raymond brushed his shoulder against Marisol's furled wing in a friendly gesture. "Now, where would be the fun in that?" But of course he had as much intention of impairing himself as she did, and she probably knew it. He watched her depart in silence and, as the crowd slid in to fill the space she'd left behind, he turned again to the performer with an attentive eye.

@Marisol | and that's a wrap my frand

and at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
when the man comes around



aut viam inveniam aut faciam




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